"You were never going to tell me."
There was a stillness at the heart of fury, more terrible than screaming.
"Our life. Everything. You're a… thing. And I'm…" Bran shoved Will onto the stony ground. "I will never forgive you."
It was true. Will closed his eyes, crafted a lie, and spoke a word.
Bran turned round. He had been walking away, before.
"Forgive me," Will whispered.
Bran chuckled. "Bit dramatic, aren't we? Anyone can fall."
Will could not take the proffered hand. Darkness was in him now, like worms in a pure white shroud.
Anyone can fall, but some must not.